A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

was born

the one who picked the

a simple building with windows that had a Light green

anyone here would feel comfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa in a

no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it

by the window, looking outside. His

almost given

had lived two months longer than the doctor

a glass of water and

you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him in

he

the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day.

when

of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated,

her favorite

But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call

Mark heard this, he began to fumble in his pocket for his

stopped and

had thought about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all. He

I better not call her,” he

to give Cecilia too much

Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the

“Please take your medicine.

I’ll buy you some pumpkin

the medicines from him and swallowed them without a

nurse came in to help put on the

was done, Mark looked sideways

got weaker and weaker until he finally

asleep nowadays. This time,

hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong

doctor had almost

had lived two months longer than

him with a glass of water and

you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him in

he

outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New

twitched when

the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would cook

her favorite

say in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The

he began to fumble in his pocket for his

stopped and shook

did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at

I better not call her,” he said

didn’t have to give Cecilia too much

very sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him

“Please take your medicine.

can go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when you

from him and swallowed them without

he lay on the bed, and a nurse came in

Mark

grip on his phone got weaker and

asleep nowadays. This time, he

of the hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was

behavior was much like

at him secretly for a while and

in

and gently stroked his face, saying, “Mark, I don’t

this point, Mark woke

hospital room were white, just like the snowy environment

closed his eyes

needed

warm in the ward, but he felt cold all over his body. He felt Life without Cecilia was a

to buy the pumpkin pies

nurse was in the

wanted to return home. He missed his

the Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and

knew he couldn’t

would never give up

he wouldn’t survive and have her back…

determined to stay strong and

finding it difficult to go

the bed and started to make paper

would invent a plane when he grew up. The plane would be so fast that it would get

to go there

Mark’s pale fingers trembled as he

came back to

into a snowstorm on his way, so

like I’m just in time. The pumpkin pies are still warm,” he said to his

just then, he saw the paper planes Mark had been making and he pursed

planes

some of your

Mark only actually took

not more than

put down the spoon because he felt

eyes and

and have a family

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But

could ask him about it, Mark’s phone rang.

around

looked at the caller

Edwin misses you,”

broke into a

silly boy,”

It was an international call, so the signal was

sounded

said, “Cecilia gave birth to a

given birth to a girl that

in which Mark held the phone trembled so violently that he couldn’t say

a brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark, Edwin misses you

Mark closed his eyes.

will take a flight to come see you next week. I’ll ask her to take

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

Waylen said, “Mark, no matter what, I

that except for the emotional entanglement with Cecilia, Mark

in the first half of his life. He didn’t

sniffed and put down the

the call, he never even

room all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed since all he’d heard were the one or

“What happened?” he asked.

up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has given birth

this and he did a fist

great,” he said with a

sign on the first day of the new year. And Olivia is

stroke one of the paper

to fly back home to see Cecilia and their

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glance would

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